They've got Ashley back. They don't need her anymore. She tosses clothes haphazardly into the worn duffel, rushing because she's afraid somebody will come along before she can get out of here, away. Tears fill her eyes and she brushes them impatiently away; there'll be time enough for crying when she's somewhere that isn't where they are. When she's on her own, again.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-03-08 07:04 pm (UTC)-
(short, sorry!)